Caged ฯNeganฯ

.A truck + Negan=??.

I was freaking. Totally freaking, mentally, and physically.

I get awkward talking to Negan when people are around, imagine how awkward It would be to ride in a truck alone with him. And the fact I kinda hated him at this moment made it worse.

I stared at the chain fence, what if I jumped over it? I stared at the walkers that were strapped to the fence, what if I let one bite me? It would save me from having an awkward talk with Negan.

I jogged up to Negans side, he looked down at me, that saying how tall he was.

Negan walked around to the driver's side of the truck and hopped in, I went to the passengers side and did the same. The truck roared to life, Negan sped off.

I sat as far away from him as I could, leaving the middle seat empty. I stared out the window, in the corner of my eye, I saw Negan look over at me then looked back at the road. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

The silence was killing me. I was going to say something but that's when Negan spoke up before me. "What were you before all this." He said.

I didn't know what to say, and for a moment I had to think about it.

"A babysitter." I said.

"Wow." Is all Negan said.

"What?" I asked.

Negan shook his head. "Nothing."

"What were you?" I asked.

"A gym coach" He said.

If I had water in my mouth right now I would have choked on it, or spit it out.

"A gym coach?" I asked, wanting to laugh. That would explain the bat.

"Yes sweetheart a gym coach, I hated the job but I needed it." Negan said letting out a chuckle.

I didn't know what to ask him. But he saved me again. "What's your favorite color?" Negan asked.

I thought it was quite weird for Negan to be asking what my favorite color was.

"Blue. And purple. And black." I answered.

Negan just smirked.

"Yours?" I asked.

"Blue, and black." He said.

I felt like there was a rock in my stomach, almost like butterflies. Why butterflies? All he said was his favorite color was Blue and Black. My two main favorite colors.

"Oh." I said.

"You have a boyfriend before all this?" Negan asked. Ok this just got awkward.

"No. Never had one." I said with a disappointed look on my face.

"You, never had a boyfriend?" Negan said, emphasizing the 'you'.

"Nope." I said.

"Why?" He asked.

"No one ever liked me as I was little, and as I grew. My own family disowned me. They said I wasn't good enough. That I was a mistake." I said a tear sliding down my cheek and landing on my hand.

I wiped it away hopefully Negan didn't see that.

"That is some messed up shit!" Negan said.

"Yea, yea it is." I said.

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We arrived to where ever we were going. I opened the my door and stepped out. I looked up and saw that it was an old one floor factory building.

"Is this safe Negan?" I asked. "No." Negan said smiling.

"Negan especially for me, I'm unarmed." I said.

"Right you are, here." He said reaching down into a bag he had on his shoulder.

Out he pulled a bowie knife.

I had one just like it as a kid. Yes I know, kids aren't supposed to have knives, but I was weird and had a knife ok? Don't judge.

I nodded my head and took it. "Don't try anything this time, got it?" Negan asked. I shook my head knowing what he could do if I tried that again.

Negans men stood out side the door of the factory with armed guns. Some of the men worked together to unlock the door. Once they did they kicked the door in, making as much noise as they could to draw anything from inside to out.

A couple of walkers stumbled out, the men quickly shooting them dead. I grabbed a flashlight from the back of one of the trucks, and walked up to the door, knife in one hand and flashlight in other. I walked into the building along with everyone else.

My mission was on...

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Hello not done with this chapter s I'm going to continue it on another chapter so ill have more space for more words!! So head on to the next chapter! see ya there. -----> ---->